"Zhang Shidong, do you really want to kill me?" Fatty Gong got up from the ground and asked coldly regardless of the redness and swelling of his cheeks and the wounds trampled on the back of his hands.

"Did I scold you wrong?" The gun turned around and Zhang Shidong pushed the shotgun on the old man's head. No one would suspect that he would really pull the trigger.

A very ordinary modern car rushed into the Gong family.

At the same time, the old and weak cough sounded on the road leading to the backyard. Under the support of a trembling middle-aged woman, a Taotie old man with a hunchbacked and wrinkled face full of old man spots, his eyes were turbid and dispersed. Every step seemed to consume all his strength. All the people from the Gong family were shocked when they saw the old man. Fatty Gong trotted all the way to the old man and shouted respectfully: "Grandpa."

"snort!"

The sound is not loud, but it exudes the power of making people breathe hard, and the turbid eyes emit a terrifying light.

In the modern sedan, a strong man walked down. When he saw the old man, he also took a few steps with a little shame on his face: "Old General, I didn't expect that this incident would alarm you. It was our dereliction of duty."

In the Gong family, there is only one person who can be called the old general. The founding father who has lived for more than 90 years. The pillar of the Gong family can stand for many years. Gong Xijin, a man who has truly retired for decades and has not participated in any activities. He always lives in his old house, refuses all visitors, does not go to Beijing and does not accept any form of group worship. More than ten years ago, some officials who took office came to visit. With the old man's cold rejection, the Gong family did not say that the party was neglected but was no longer as lively as before. Many children of the Gong family complained about this, believing that the old man did not use his remaining energy to recommend the younger generations for a long time. The old man did not explain or avoided it. He still lived in a small yard in the backyard, and listened to all kinds of vegetables and plays with ease.

More and more people forget him, but when he really picks up the phone or stands up, not only does the descendants of old station friends say that, but some soldiers who were the military chief now have now been in high positions. As long as he is still alive, the energy he has is incalculable.

"My friend, come here for a cup of bitter tea?" The old man ignored his family and the powerful figure walking out of the Hyundai car. He just looked at Zhang Shidong and sent an invitation.

"I like sweet ones." Zhang Shidong's answer fell below everyone's glasses.

"Then let's have some sweet tea." The old man's response was even more than everyone expected.

"Okay, I'll accept your thanks."

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Farmhouse courtyard, local style.

Small stools, small square tables, hot water boiled from charcoal stoves, and very ordinary tea-making techniques. This picture becomes profound and unique because of the people sitting there.

It's out of place. This is the first impression that people have when they see the scene in the courtyard. The woman sitting there is wearing a very ordinary sportswear, her simple short hair is neat, and her eyebrows are always thinking. You will feel very stressed when standing in front of her. You don't know how to speak, and it seems that everything you say is showing off in front of the other party.

Talent is so powerful that you will be ashamed of yourself.

When he saw Zhang Shidong, he raised his head and showed a faint smile.

"When did it come?" Zhang Shidong sat next to the woman without any disgust. The old man sat directly on a chair made of a tree stump, allowing the nanny to wipe off the sweat from his forehead and hand over the medicine he needed for daily life.

"Just now." The woman's voice was steady and there was no emotional fluctuation. She was the mysterious woman Zhang Shidong talked to, the big man Lin Ziqiang said.

"Mr. Zhang, can I have some face in this old face?" The old man who adjusted his breathing suddenly spoke.

"The veteran general is joking, you speak, boy dare not refuse to obey."

"In the future, my descendants of the Gong family will retreat to you when they see you."

Amidst a violent cough, the old man was helped up by the nanny and walked into the house slowly. The intimidating woman drank a cup of tea on her own and was not angry with the old man's actions. No one could react without a reaction when he saw his child being cleaned up like this.

Zhang Shidong took the teacup and said, "It's a pity that we don't drink it. Not to mention whether the tea we made in Xixi is clean. The two hands that gave orders are worth the price to make tea."

The old man stood still at the door and was about to turn around and walk back. The woman Zhang Shidong called Xixi stood up with a cup of tea, and came to the old man before he left and handed the tea over.

He took the teacup with a trembling hand, took a sip, tasted it, and handed it to his mouth and drank it all: "There is bitterness in sweetness, but the astringent taste does not remove it. Miss Su's kindness, the old man appreciated it."

Su Xixi showed a light formulaic smile: "The old general's health is getting worse and worse, so he will go to Beijing to recuperate, and the medical insurance there is more comprehensive."

The old man stared at Su Xixi for a few seconds, turned around and entered the room, and said, "Then I'll bother Miss Su."

Su Xixi smiled and did not continue to be polite. That was not her style. The Gong family was arrogant and domineering in Wujun, which had a great relationship with this person who was still alive. There were at least three powerful generals in the nearby military region who were once the old subordinates of the old man. The superiors had long been willing to restrain the Gong family, but they did not want the person below to rebound. Zhang Shidong's unintentional instigation gave the above an excuse, which made Su Xixi, who was in charge of the General Staff's intelligence work, personally came to Wujun City.

The Gong family was unable to recover from peace after a night of "live". Fatty Gong came to the yard with a quiet look on his face. He stood at the gate of the yard and did not dare to go in. It was not until the nanny came out from inside and waved to him that he carefully walked into the yard and walked into the old-fashioned earthen kang house that was rare in the south.

On the kang, the old man who has loved the warm kang for many years leaned against the military clerk, looking at the photos and briefings on the wall, looking at the face of a sad look.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry." Fatty Gong knelt on the ground with a bang, and tears flowed down. Although the Gong family has been cultivating the fourth generation led by Gong Sha for so many years, everyone knows that the third generation leader Gong Shuiyuan, Fatty Gong is actually the helmsman of the Gong family. Faced with the collapse of the crisis, Fatty Gong is only sorry except for being sorry.

"Nothing sorry, the fittest survives, and life will be difficult in the future. Just take care of yourself. Others, please be blessed. Remember, don't think about taking revenge, because all of you are not ready to die, gather together. The money you have earned over the years is enough to be a stable and rich man. Tell them that those who want to immigrate will leave. There will be no Gong family in Wujun, and whether there is a Gong family. You decide for yourself. I am old and tired..."

"I know Grandpa."

"Don't feel wronged. If you lose, you lose. Think back and think about it, have you touched your interests first, and you can't let go of your face, and you have angered those you shouldn't be offended. We are now the negative textbook."

After saying this, the old man closed his eyes again and sighed faintly, causing Fatty Gong to completely smash his waist, which was trying to straighten.

He kowtowed three times to the old man respectfully, and no words were qualified to say. The old man who had lived for more than 90 years had to give up his life's pride because of his poor desolation and stepped back into Yanjing when he was old. Fatty Gong could understand the feeling of loneliness and bleakness. Just these two had already made him feel deeply guilty. It was hard to imagine what the old man felt at this moment.

Suddenly, Fatty Gong had a decision he couldn't believe he would make a few minutes ago.

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Wujun is beautiful under the night, with the modern prosperity and ancient scenery complementing each other. Zhang Shidong and Su Xixi are walking by the lake, while modern cars and Hummers driven by war bears are slowly following the dirt.

"Do I thank you? Or should you thank me?" Zhang Shidong smiled self-deprecatingly. A private matter eventually turned into a business, which really made people laugh and cry. Was he helped the country to get rid of a potential cancer, or was the person represented by Su Xixi who found a grand excuse to support him, and now it is hard to explain.

Su Xixi stood up habitually, helped Zhang Shidong tidy up his clothes, and dusted off a little dust on his collar: "To this extent, you will have to come back within half a year, at least send your abilities back."

Zhang Shidong was not unnatural at all, and enjoyed Su Xixi's care calmly: "Now I have the ability, and it is worthy of appropriate rewards. You can send me some tasks that are not sure and require aggressiveness."

Su Xixi nodded: "Aren't you afraid of restraint?"

Zhang Shidong had almost no secrets in front of Su Xixi. The other party knew every little thing in life. He never felt that this was offending him, and she never deliberately avoided anything. Someone once said that Su Xixi was Zhang Shidong's shadow. Even if the two of them had not met for ten years, they were still so familiar.

Zhang Shidong put his hands behind his head, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Unless I leave this country, I will never be able to be truly free and easy. There is nothing to discuss about this topic. I have a question now that you need to explain it to me."

"Ah?" Su Xixi's IQ was reflected immediately, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she accelerated her pace and made up her mind to pretend to be stupid and fool her.

"You already know who Teacher Cang is, but tell me, what does it mean to stand in the cold wind and masturbate, a stinky girl, I haven't seen you learn bad things for a while."

"No, you hate it, don't make a fuss!!"

On the street, there are a young man and a woman playing together, rather than a girl with power in her hands and a boy with combat effectiveness against the sky. The combination of these two people can cause a big earthquake in one city and one land. At this moment, they are playing on the street, like students in ordinary schools, without any difference.

When Zhang Shidong hugged Su Xixi without any struggle, she obediently leaned into his arms, Zhang Shidong tightened his arms: "Are you ready? Are you ready to go from a goddess to a woman?"

Su Xixi: "I am already twenty-six years old."

Zhang Shidong was crazy, his eyes were squirting around, looking for hotels and hotels in a good environment. No man could withstand this...

The goddess, open her arms and closes her eyes, her cheeks flushed and lets you pick them.

"But not today, I want to go back right away!"

"Two hours? No, one hour? Forty minutes can it work?"

"I only have seven minutes left now." No one would doubt Su Xixi's ability to accurately measure anything to minutes or even seconds.
Chapter completed!